'Losing Hope' The Play Part 20

Hope and Mickey are continuing walking/skating ahead.

HOPE: Way I see it, it doesn’t matter WHY we go. If it's God or our survival mechanism, like who cares? We'll never know for sure. We might as well just focus on the going and just... GO.
MICKEY: You never want to stop and ask 'why?' or 'where to?' 
HOPE: No way. Won't do me any good. When I was a kid and asked 'why', I'd get a beating. Nothing good ever comes from asking why.
MICKEY: (to the audience) I want to hug her in this moment. Tell her that she doesn't have to go so fast, that I'm here. That we're here. That whatever will happen is as it should be. Or as it would be. I want to tell her she'll be okay even if she stops and asks why. I want to tell her she doesn't need to be scared. I want to tell her I love her. But instead, I just...
(to Hope) 
Oh. Shit.

Hope and Mickey realize they just got into a fork in the road. 

HOPE: I came this way. I think it was... let's see I was driving from.... left! It's gotta be left. I think. Right?
MICKEY: The road on the right looks newer... I don't know, maybe it's a shortcut.
HOPE: Or maybe it's a dead end.
MICKEY: There'd be a sign. 

A bird flies above them, in the direction of the road to the left.

HOPE: Is that enough of a sign for you?
MICKEY: Could be... if it was a hawk. But it was just a bird. 
HOPE: It was a crow!
MICKEY: Oh no then. Ya know, never trust a crow. Don't they teach that in the city?
HOPE: They teach that in fairytales, I guess. You must have read them too? Or did you only read scriptures as a kid?
MICKEY: Only scriptures. 
HOPE: So, fairytales. Like me. 
(beat)
MICKEY: We could split off. You take the left and I'll take the right. 
HOPE: Hey! I'm sorry, I... wasn't making fun of you. Maybe a little. I'm sorry.
MICKEY: I'm not upset.
HOPE: No? Oh, so you just want to split off. Just like that.
MICKEY: We could see who gets there first.
HOPE: Like a race? I think I'll win Einstein. 
MICKEY: It's not the pace, it's the road that will determine the outcome. 
HOPE: Okay Jesus fucking christ, but what if the roads lead to different places!? Which let's face it they probably do.
MICKEY: Probably. Listen, I don't know. Call it a hunch, or intuition. But the right one looks like the right way to me. 
HOPE: I say the left.
MICKEY: Hmmm.
HOPE: Hm. 

Mickey takes off his backpack and sits down letting out a big sigh. 

MICKEY: I get the feeling you're as stubborn as I am. 
HOPE: That's highly likely. 
MICKEY: Flip a coin?
HOPE: Or go off our different ways. You get what you want. I get what I want. We're both happy.
MICKEY: Or we could be happy walking the same road together.
HOPE: The left?
MICKEY: The right. 
(beat)
HOPE: Looks like we're on a standstill.
MICKEY: Looks about right.

To be continued...